I'm the one who's selling you out.
I'm sick of being the one to make the first move. Take a lesson and learn from the past. I can't be there to catch you fall every time. You need help in the worst way possible, but I'm not going to be that help.
I know I need help, but I don't need it like you do. I can contain myself and my problems. And while that's not the most healthy, it's better than lashing out with a tongue as sharp as a piece of glass.
You've shattered any friendship that could have been between us, and I'm sick of you trying to find the pieces to glue back together.
I want to be you for a day to clean up your mess.
Maybe you could be me and clean up mine.
